Talent of a Heavenly Prodigy

The next morning.

Sounds of battle erupted above the North Sea, grand and thunderous, with dragon roars shaking the heavens.

They drew the attention of many cultivators from the Great Wu Dynasty.

The Martial Emperor sat upon his throne, his gaze directed toward the skies above the North Sea. His expression was grave, but he soon stopped paying attention.

It was not until noon that Little Gold and Little Moon returned to Coiled Mountain, looking exhausted.

The moment they saw Luo Chen sitting beneath the peach tree, both of their eyes lit up. Then they complained resentfully:

"Master, Ye Qi is getting stronger and stronger. Our cultivation can no longer keep up with his fighting rhythm. Every sparring match ends with him pinning us down and beating us up. That brat never knows when to hold back."

"Exactly. Master, you should send him back to the Starfall Ancient Realm. Only that place can withstand all his tossing about."

While staying in the Great Wu Dynasty, the only ones who could spar with Ye Qi were Little Gold and Little Moon. The two demons had found it increasingly difficult over the years.

Over the past two years, Ye Qi had even surpassed them.

Even though they had watched Ye Qi grow up, he could not bully them like this.

Luo Chen thought for a moment as he looked at the two demons, their faces full of grievances.

"I did overlook that."

Thinking it over carefully, it made sense. Although most of Ye Qi's strength had been sealed by him, he was still a natural-born Dao Void Realm cultivator. It was only normal that Little Gold and Little Moon would soon be surpassed.

"In that case, when he returns later, I'll teach him a lesson for you two."

Luo Chen set down